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Mar. 25th, 2006 @ 04:22 pm true story
Current Mood: fullgoat receiving a back massage
Current Music: Jean Madden - I Will Remember You (cover)
Two nights ago, I left my room to get a soda from the drink machine, and I saw a guy and a girl from down the hall staring into each other's eyes, faces a hand-width apart, saying nothing. When I came up the stairs ten minutes later, drink in hand, they were still standing there staring at each other.

I took a cue from an old Garfield strip and smacked the guy upside the head and said, "Kiss her, you dip."

Or at least that's what I wish I had done.
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Date:March 26th, 2006 03:48 am (UTC)
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It's best to let things progress on their own, especially if you aren't closely associated with either of them.

Sometimes it's the part before the kiss that's best. I still remember my first kiss with each girlfriend I've had, and they've always been teased out as long as possible.

It's part of the waltz.
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Date:March 26th, 2006 06:29 am (UTC)
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I think they were there before, and I ended up taking a different stairwell. Besides one's room, there's no where private in Talcott.
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Date:March 26th, 2006 08:01 am (UTC)
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you can apply that to the campus at large, too; something that really bugged me my first year.